My mind is dull
The ink dried up
The paper scratchy
Rough
I coax and plead
Get angry and mumble
A dry, colourless
Tub
Hopeless, I beckon
With my last breath
Tired and Weary
Flustered
I beg
The vent is now open
For what?
Will it come?
Open defeated,
God help me,
I'm done.
Friday, March 07, 2008
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6 comments:
The last three lines are seriously powerful.
Hi Maya,
Great poem. I like it...sometimes you just feel this way.
Ciao,
Milou
Hey Milou, glad you liked it!
Hi Maya
This is really good ... I especially like the first stanza
... of course you may place a link to my blog and I'll gladly reciprocate the honour
Hey, thanks!!
never thought bird shit would be this interesting ;)
I got a few lines for you from a great poem.
"i give up
let there be an end
an obscure nook
a privacy for me
i want to be forgotten
even by God."
how's that for kickassness! :D
hey you can check my blog, Poetry for my poems :)
Cheers!
N
www.fubarpoems.blogspot.com
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